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because I'm gonna kill him. That is what I do. I invent people, and then I kill them. Jim walks with a limp, but don't worry about it. It doesn't matter
getting ready to leave When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance I said Jim don't do it
getting ready to leave When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance I said Jim don't do it
a scrap or two Old Jim come running up out of the blue And that gal he was with, come running up too And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe
I keep my rims on the rocks I keep my jims' on the rocks I keep my drink on the rocks That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
There was Gemini Jim and Scorpio Sal They was livin' by the Golden Gate Freezin' their nose and wearin' leather clothes And dealin' every way but
me I was young Jim went in one and out one Cause even though he's goat he was always outdone How I'm supposed to stay inspired by the top gun When
just having fun Life was passing us by like traffic on the I5 I gotta name but it's not Ben Holt, and no, it's not Jim Croce You could call me whatever
to the murder of Dr david Gunn Who was killed in Florida By pro-life activists While I was living there that was The ultimate hypocrisy I Witnessed growing up:
Just hopped up out the new whip deuces Leaving with a new bitch Too lit/ Coup sick/ Nigga living ruthless True shit/ Hoov Crip/ Even got a blue pit
or two O' Jim comin' runnin' up out of the blue And that gal he was with comin' runnin' up too And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe I grabbed
she will come tonight We can't earn our bread, we're too little, she said Jim's five and I'm only seven We can't earn our living since Papa is dead
She told me once if I did it again She's gonna put me on the shelf She went out last night with all of her friends They didn't call on anyone else
What do you see? Slim Jim Slim Jim SLIM JIM! NEED A LITTLE EXCITEMENT? SNAP INTO A SLIM JIM! I got the game on lock (Lock!) Imma pull up with the box
where i sleep, now give me my key [Verse 8: N.O.R.E.] New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
an einem Tisch sitzt) It’s Downtown walkin’ Sweet mouth talkin’ The great Big Apple way“ Just get your broker And any other joker Money day by day Jim
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed A pal killed Jim Reed by
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well He rode with
to haul 'em and come back in with the briny bin Of soddy bodies dressed in dandy eatin' carmel candy Makin' me and all by babies foldin' wads of wondrous
Blue sky, Blue sky, Blue sky, Blue sky Living life like a movie with no sequel I'm finally living good, I found the cheat code International flights into
before he could say scat. Now, planting the blue ox down-river in front of the jam, Old Paul fired off his shotgun, aiming to tickle Babe's ass With
that I’m back He gon' switch the flow up so early in the track Cuz I’m living the sweet life and I’m chilling with Zack Lemme quote what they said not
Mob ties, living legend the live That's what I go by And the lean double sealed Pour the whole thing in the soda Won't fall away, my nigga Pull up
I grew up with reverence for the red white and blue Spoke of God and liberty reciting the Pledge of allegiance Learned love of country from my own
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